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Voice Post: Phone post #1; drummer audition recap

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“So this is my inaugural phone post experience. I'm doing this for several reasons; one because I just wanted to try it out, because I have the feature and I've never done it; number two - I'm totally swamped at work and I can't be bothered to type all this shit, and thirdly, my neighbor is fucking driving me up the wall so if I'm going to rant I'm going to do it somewhere else.

Anyway, the drummer audition last night - it was interesting? The dude is 48 years old, he has, you know, kids and owns an apartment on the Upper West Side... really nice guy... didn't really know a lot of music that we listen to, but he likes the Loose Fur album of all things... When I asked him what he liked to listen to, the first thing that came out of his mouth was Peter Gabriel-era Genesis - which is great, I mean, I'm a big fan of that, but.. anyway, the other thing is that he was sort of good for a 48 year old guy, I mean he clearly worked on the songs that we asked him to play, but, you know... he couldn't maintain a consistent tempo, definitely slowed a lot of things down, and because we're sort of insane, and Mike in particular is a Tempo Nazi - how do you tell a 48 year old guy to, you know, not drag the beat without being worried that you're gonna get grounded or something? So, there's that.

But, I mean it wasn't a horrific experience, but it was definitely, you know... not.. going to be... a thing. That's the part where if I was typing this out I would have deleted it and maybe said that a little bit better, but I'm outside now and the fresh air is sort of messing up my brain. Anyway, I'm now going to get lunch and hopefully this thing will work. Bye.”

Transcribed by: jervo
"...it was definitely, you know... not.. going to be... a thing."

I thought Shatner hijacked your post for a second.
That was a wierd moment. I was sitting in the little minipark next to my office, and the sun was out and in my face, and I just had me a nice little brainfreeze, and I distinctly remember thinking, "Oh, fuck, I'm recording."